We landed from our flight that took off on July 29.
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Once we hit Heathrow, clearing customs and immigration was easy and automatic. We waited maybe one minute. There are automated gates that scan your passport and send you on your way. I assume it would’ve been more of a production had we not applied for and received our travel authorisations beforehand.

From Heathrow we opted to take the train into central London. The signage getting over to the Elizabeth line was great! It’s a little twisty/turny, narrow in places, all clearly marked. We rode Elizabeth line to Farringdon, about half an hour, intending to connect to Thameslink. Once you’re actually at Farringdon there are a few Thameslink signs at the beginning, unfortunately not where they matter. We managed to figure it out. After a red-eye with no sleep I wasn’t in the mood for wrong trains.


The Thamaeslink segment was only two stops, exiting at Blackfriars and then making a ~10 minute walk to the hotel.
We stayed at the Hilton London Bankside, and the main reason is worth calling out: they sell two connecting rooms as a single reservation, which means you’re guaranteed your connecting rooms rather than the ‘best effort’ style of most hotels.

We made it to the hotel and one of the two rooms was ready. We grabbed that key, stashed our stuff, and toured around for an hour to get our bearings. We walked down to the Thames, which was lively, then split up so Sher and Siena could grab a croissant.
Back at the hotel and settled into both rooms, we all went downstairs to the pool. It’s on basement level 2 and looks quite fancy.

The room itself is warm and humid, like a Florida summer. Unfortunately, they’ve been very heavy-handed with the chlorine – after only a minute in the hot tub with the jets on our eyes started burning. We wrapped up, made use of the surprisingly nice changing rooms, and changed back in to street clothes to explore more.
The afternoon was exclusively walking and touring. We first walked back down to Waterloo Station to scope out the route for our 8:35am train on Saturday. Adjacent to the station is Graffiti Tunnel, which is worth a look. From there we continued across Westminster Bridge, admiring Big Ben and Parliament – and all the social influencing happening in the vicinity – then onward to Buckingham Palace. It was an unplanned visit; we didn’t try to time it for the changing of the guard or anything else interesting.
We started back toward our neighborhood along Pall Mall and crossed back over on the Golden Jubilee Bridges. Between the Bridges has a number of food and beverage stalls set up and a lively crowd of locals (and new graduates?). Rowan scarfed down a hot dog and fries – “chips” – while Siena ate 10 pancakes. In her defense, they were half-dollar sized and had nutella on them.
By 9pm we were all physically destroyed. Not only had we not slept, we’d each put something like 20,000 steps under our belts. Everyone was passed out by 9:30. I slept ten and a half hours. Sherri was closer to eleven and a half. At home we maybe get six or seven.






